| This is your town, this is my place
|
| This is where my whole world is lived in
|
| Nothing much, and just out of reach of all the city lights
|
| It’s a high town, it’s a low town
|
| It’s get here, come on you grow town
|
| No-one does, but everyone thinks they’re gonna make it soon
|
| This is one place I respected
|
| Now I feel it’s really dejected
|
| No-one cares and the people just stare
|
| And a man on the box says
|
| «Hey you, don’t walk away, vote for me
|
| You’ll get more pay, keep working hard»
|
| But they work slow
|
| Here it comes now, Sunday morning
|
| Just another sleepy town yawning
|
| Down below everything looks just like another day
|
| But, in the warm glow of the sunrise
|
| There’s a child who’s searching with young eyes
|
| Looking 'round and feeling inside he’s gonna fly away
|
| There was one time I was leaving
|
| But the folks around me kept grieving
|
| Friends said go, but my dad said no
|
| And my mum kept saying
|
| «Don't go, don’t go away
|
| Don’t leave us, you’ve got to stay
|
| Just raise them kids, oh mother no»
|
| No prospects, just projects
|
| Don’t try to tell me we’re living
|
| There’s no real need to try
|
| Can’t you see this town gonna die
|
| Hail the new age, it’s a rat cage
|
| Join the place for breeding dumb spieces
|
| All stacked up and doing whatever someone tells you to
|
| Burn the place down, make it dead ground
|
| Show the people just what they’re missing
|
| Wake up, wake up, can’t you believe in what I’m telling you
|
| There’s a house where I was born in
|
| Now it’s changed without any warning
|
| Cranes just crash and bricks just smash
|
| While a billboard’s saying
|
| «Let's go, let’s get away
|
| Come fly me, you’ve weeks to pay
|
| When sunshine calls, but I won’t go
|
| This is our town |